Amidst the bloody carnage, someone bent over, clutching several wrists, and confirmed that the tags on the bracelets were indeed those of Xuan State's troops. After a whistle, they summoned the remaining fifty-odd people to their side and reminded them, "These are indeed Xuan State's forces, but not the truly powerful troops of Xuan State."
Their gazes swept over their bloodstained, scar-ridden comrades, and with faces full of regret, they looked up to the sky and sighed, "Our Sky Rain Meteor Conference has ended prematurely. Let's find a place to hide well until we can get out. Let's retreat!"
"We didn't provoke them, they were the ones who provoked us first," someone complained.
But everyone knew complaints were useless; in this world, strength was the deciding factor. They had killed so many people from Xuan State, and it was highly likely that Xuan State's elite forces wouldn't let them off once they found out, especially in their current weakened state.